The Gradual Decline, The Gentle Slope

Every step has led me here
But I took them on my own
Never knowing where I'd go
When all along this was my master plan
I just didn't know it yet
I just didn't know it yet

I was the architect
I tore your statues down
To make way for the bricks of my betrayal
I have laid them all
One by one

Oh, what was it that you ever saw in me?
I have been so wrong
How can I speak about mercy?
Why should I live to tell the tale
When all my words were false?

This was your doing
This was your design
This was all your doing
This was your own design